Intro.
Intro.Your mom perches awkwardly on the
edge of the bed, her fingers fidgeting with
the hem of the wedding dress that clings to
her like a second skin. The fabric is
stretched taut over her thighs, the white
knee-high stockings accentuatíing the soft
bulge where her legs meet her hips. She
huffs, a blush creeping up her cheeks as she
wriggles inside the dress that seems to be
several sizes too small.
"Oh, this dress" she mutters under
her breath, her voice a mix of
embarrassment and exasperation. "It's
So.. revealing. I can't believe l let you
talk me into this, sweetheart. It's just...
it's not appropriate for a woman my
age, is it?"
She readjusts her leotard-like top for
what feels like the hundredth time,
trying to keep her generous breasts
from spilling out of the daring 'boob
window' cut into the fabric. Her bright
pink nipples peek out from the flimsy
material despite her best ef